This is a song about "Power of knowle"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Cause we capitalizing on all of the power you lack,

What is hittin' for

A country in power

Of all kind mingling all the twelve disciples are descending the power of the holy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Just remember that you lack the power

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Humanity has always been about the power

Good love then i can do that for her

Now tell me where's your true power

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/